Raekwon, Doo Wop - You Might Die lyrics
[Raekwon, Doo Wop - You Might Die lyrics]
Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural
Federal bureau with ikes
Did it all our lives
We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
Floss whales, we live, men
Plus the son of the Mahalias
Gold plated horse with the wooden face
Catch me up grace
Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
Let the stars know
The crescent is the blessing
We came here to show and prove, make moves
For every dollar in the groove
Rhymes that's imported
Wore platinum kitchens and shit
Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted
Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist
The chocolate swiss miss
Love the Spanish kid
With the Starburst twist
Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds
Matching the kicks
That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
Do take, niggas slipping the disk
Wop and Rae world premiere shit
Like Sermon and Smith, homey
My sermom is swift
I got them powerful verse, that if
This was a church
The'll give a cripple person a lift
And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
Last week, I gave his chain a bone
And told him, take this with you to Boston
(the kid's awesome)
From every borough to borough
Every castle to castle
We connect, put it down, and we ask you
Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling
Come on standing right in front of
The building, son, nigga, you might die
Yo, I came across the Verrazano
To polly with Mr polly, himself
Plus I need a pair of
Wally's with the cheddar melt
Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa
Hold your penny up high
Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga
Post one of the finest made taylors to sow
My medicine's growth, young popes
Greatest of all time spoke, who drove off
Had sixty horses on post
It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
The legacy's dying, fakers approach
Hit him with the hater soap
Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe
It's the 2 double 0 3
Version of the Cold Crush
And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ
And I'm still telling
Rap cats, to step they game
Up, ain't that some shit, playa?
Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit
Nigga p-9 material only, real niggas
Sing Sing style word up
Federal bureau with ikes
Did it all our lives
We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
Floss whales, we live, men
Plus the son of the Mahalias
Gold plated horse with the wooden face
Catch me up grace
Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
Let the stars know
The crescent is the blessing
We came here to show and prove, make moves
For every dollar in the groove
Rhymes that's imported
Wore platinum kitchens and shit
Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted
Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist
The chocolate swiss miss
Love the Spanish kid
With the Starburst twist
Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds
Matching the kicks
That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
Do take, niggas slipping the disk
Wop and Rae world premiere shit
Like Sermon and Smith, homey
My sermom is swift
I got them powerful verse, that if
This was a church
The'll give a cripple person a lift
And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
Last week, I gave his chain a bone
And told him, take this with you to Boston
(the kid's awesome)
From every borough to borough
Every castle to castle
We connect, put it down, and we ask you
Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling
Come on standing right in front of
The building, son, nigga, you might die
Yo, I came across the Verrazano
To polly with Mr polly, himself
Plus I need a pair of
Wally's with the cheddar melt
Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa
Hold your penny up high
Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga
Post one of the finest made taylors to sow
My medicine's growth, young popes
Greatest of all time spoke, who drove off
Had sixty horses on post
It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
The legacy's dying, fakers approach
Hit him with the hater soap
Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe
It's the 2 double 0 3
Version of the Cold Crush
And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ
And I'm still telling
Rap cats, to step they game
Up, ain't that some shit, playa?
Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit
Nigga p-9 material only, real niggas
Sing Sing style word up